April 15th, 2004

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The weekend was fun. I should be careful. It could become a trend.

The Thursday flights down to San Diego were suitably uneventful and rather typical. Nothing significant to report on. Even though there was a huge mass of people at Terminal 3 customs, the whole process only took about 40 minutes to get through. A similar mass at Terminal 2 (the dreaded Air Canada terminal) would likely have taken twice as long. I'm not sure why there's such a difference, but I definitely don't mind travelling American. Even if DFW is a large airport to hurtle yourself across with a 35 minute layover.

I didn't actually do much con-related on Thursday. Even the set up preparations were stealthed. So I used the opportunity to relax and to watch the amusing things happening out by the pool. --snickers-- Fairly easy to spot certain types. And not just the families either...

Friday and the convention got into full swing. The morning started with doing party shopping with Kevin and Andy for the League of Evil Geniuses party — definitely a staple of the west coast cons I've been at. As usual, I helped with set up. Definitely a good way to spend a couple of hours.

Of course, initial prowls of the dealer's room and art show. The art show didn't overawe me. My tastes in art didn't quite match a lot of what was there (which is fine). And after enough art shows, you get to see many of the same pieces repeatedly. </a></strong></a>kaysho arrived in time for dinner, and the evening. A bit late, but that's traffic on Easter weekend.

Dinner was fantastic. Well, okay, the food was okay, but the company was fantastic. Kevin and Andy and Kaysho and Virginia Hey. Virginia's one of the guests of honour at the convention, and knows K&A from many conventions past. I can see why; she's a fantastically cool person to hang around. It's not difficult to see that she put at least part of herself into making Zhaan come as alive as she did. Seeing her at dinner, relaxing a little bit, was good as well. Being a guest at a convention is a bit draining; you have to be "on" the whole time — the spotlight is on you at every panel or signing or whatever. Giving her space to relax a little bit and recharge (and refuel!) before the next round was cool.

A bit later, </a></strong></a>kishorwolf arrived. Was a big boost to get to see him again. Even better was the way he took to the collar and leash. ;) Such an amazing woof. After getting him settled in (and properly attired), we headed off to the League of Evil Geniuses party. It was, as usual, a very good time. Kishor was apparently the hit of the party. He got a lot of attention, bordering on too much. Fortunately, he was with a good alpha, and it worked out quite well all around. It was nice to get have some attention myself; not really something that happens out of the blue. The LoEG party was the party to be at on Friday night.

Eventually sleep.

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We rolled out of bed a bit later than expected on Saturday. I guess it shouldn't surprise me all that much. It was a con, after all. </a></strong></a>kishorwolf and I prowled the dealer's room and the art show. We spent a while perusing tails, and I picked up a nifty one that's somewhat more Lab-like than the previous one I had (though it's still not quite right). Also something else, which I'm not mentioning here because then that would spoil the surprise for my favourite 'yena. (</a></strong></a>augie_hyena) --evil chuckle--

Kevin and Virginia together on a panel is... an experience. The title of the panel sort of... er... set the tone — "'Are my tits too high?' The do's and don'ts of drag". Virginia has the extensive experience of being a model, an actress and a fashion editor to provide some lovely stories on what does not work. Of course, I'm not likely ever appear in drag (not without a six-figure payment at least), but the tales were fun, and some of the advice on movement was amusingly like some of the things I've learned myself while wearing a kilt (which was, of course, the de riguer apparel for the convention — Kishor looked especially good in his).

Gaylaxicon uses the same panel timing that Baycon does: one hour panels starting at intervals of 90 minutes. This means that the panels actually are an hour, and the panelists (and everyone else) gets a chance to catch their breath between panels. Most sane.

Another meal, in the adequate hotel restaurant. Not stunning, but quite acceptable. The whole hotel is done up in a pseudo-Hawaiian/Polynesian theme. It was a competition between the hotel and the con to see who was more tacky/kitschy. With the recorded birdsong in the atrium, I think the hotel had quite a head start.

After dinner, we wandered over to the charity auction, for the SFWA Emergency Medical Fund. David Gerrold was presiding as auctioneer.

Kishor is so cutely innocent some times. He went ahead to look at the items up for auction. I was chatting with Virginia about meditation techniques or something like that. When I entered the room they were setting up for the auction, I found the silly woof nicely outfitted in a ball gag mask. Not that I was going to complain much. Apparently he put it on himself. How much encouragement David and the auction staff provided, I'll never know. Even so... Kishor really should have known better. --evil grin--

Once he was properly fitted, there was no way I was going to let him out of it without having a little fun... NO, not like that. Get your minds out of the gutter. I wouldn't do something like that. Not in the auction room, at least. He ended up modelling for the auction. The folf's face and ears turn the most amazing colour when he's blushing. The mask fitted him rather well, and I ended up buying it for us... er... him... er... something. So he had to wear it for a bit longer during the evening. --snickers-- Of course, there are pictures...

After that amusing diversion, there was the Masquerade. It was short, but quite entertaining. Then the Saturday parties began. We ended up staying out very late indeed. Kishor got to sample a drink called an "Expanding Cosmo". Again, he might have known better than to slam them. We did explain that they were basically "vodka, vodka, vodka, and colour" (the vodkas being differently-flavoured types). Once again, we got a fair amount of attention, and it all worked out well. We finally swaggered back to the room about 0430.

It's odd about conventions. Every day seems to start later than the one before... Sunday was no exception. Venturing forth from the hotel room just about in time for checkout. Then finding a place for breakfast without the $30 Easter Sunday Brunch... Then another panel and prowling the dealer's room one last time. Eventually, though, Kishor had to leave. Bah. Curse closing ceremonies! Ah well, it won't be too long till the next con. Unfortunately, Califur decided to run on the same weekend. Since I've been summoned to Baycon by her Cheebleness herself, I must decline Califur. But I can definitely use it as an excuse to spend additional time in the area.

Pictures of the con are also available.

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